“Don’t
you want
to go?”
“We’re here!” laughed Mary Frances. “Why ‘hurry,’ or why ‘come’?”
“Don’t spend time talking,” exclaimed Sewing Bird rather impatiently.
Mary Frances remembered it was the first time she had ever spoken other than most gently to her.
“If you do, you may think we’re there now.”
“Why, she must be crazy,” thought Mary Frances. “What a way to talk!”
“No,” she said aloud, “I think we’re here now—but when we’re there, we’re—”
“Don’t you want to go?” asked Sewing Bird.
“Of course!” said Mary Frances, although she’d no notion where.